The things you remember

It's funny, the things you remember.

Like frozen snapshots, I get them out from time to time, dust them off, turn them over in my hands. Sometimes they come back in a flash, brought by smells, sounds, words.

My mother laughing, her hair falling over her face.

Watching TV with my boyfriend, his arm around my shoulders, the comforting rhythm of our mingled breathing.

My daughter's face, fast asleep, one hand curled around her toy, lost in the dreamland where the spirit walks.

I hold them in my hands, delicate, beautiful. Things to be treasured and remembered.

It's sad, the things you remember.

The day my cat died, his body stiff and cold, eyes staring, unseeing.

My father with tears on his beard, telling me he wasn't coming back.

All these things I remember, and more. I don't know why.

It's funny, the things you remember.

Take your memories out of their boxes. Treasure them, hold them, watch them. Feel the laughter in your throat and the tears in your eyes. But in the end, put them back where they belong. Today and Tomorrow are built on Yesterday, but it has no place in our lives.

'Yesterday is history,

Tomorrow is a mystery,

but Today is a gift.'

 

It's funny, the things you remember.

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